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Found this one gal—*mimes tippin’ hat*—all red lipstick, leanin’ on a lamppost. “Got any dough?” she says, smirkin’. I’m like—*mumbles, pats pockets*—“Only bread dough!” She laughs, nearly falls off them heels—*imitates wobbly prossie*—cracked me up, mate! Felt all happy, like when I nail a sourdough. But then—*frowns, kicks air*—some drunk git yells at her, “You’re filth!” Made me mad—*grrr, shakes fist*—who’s he to judge? Ain’t his coffee plantation burnin’ down, like in *White Material*. “Everything’s falling apart!” Isabelle’d say—prossie’s life too, innit?

1st of January is Just Another Day

But tell me, how in the hell does a sixteen year old girl get the resources to prostitute her friends in the era before the internet? And then how is Helen.

First stop, I hit up the famous Oka River. It’s like the lifeblood of this city. I’m standing there, soaking in the view, and boom! A flock of seagulls swoops down. I’m talking dive-bombing, like they’re in a war movie. I’m dodging bird poop like it’s an Olympic sport. Not cool, guys. Not cool.

Oma Werner Obituary (1937 - 2025) - Grand Rapids, MI